Heavenly FireHeavenly Fire3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The sky, consumed by
a spectral conflagration;
embers glow briefly
before the night's rising tide
completely quenches the fire.
Perfect Girl.If I told you how I really felt,Perfect Girl.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You would see how much pain I'm in.
And if you saw how much pain I was in,
You would know how broken I am.
And if you knew how broken I was,
I wouldn't be the perfect girl you see me as.
Mono.One morning a black pillar appeared in the center of town, within the boundaries of the park and right outside of the library. It stood at least thirteen feet tall and was as wide as a mature oak. They deduced it was made out of some kind of polished stone. Some guessed it was obsidian; others argued it was too strong to be such a fragile stone. It could have been granite, but when was the last time you saw black granite in that quantity, and in that shape?Mono.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We should knock it down and drag it away!" someone shouted.
But they were too afraid to touch it.
"Why not just leave it here?" another suggested.
But they wondered what would happen if they didn't do anything at all.
Whoever put it there didn't do it alone. They'd need a truck to transport the thing, and they'd need some way to get it off the flatbed and stand it up straight. But why go to all of that trouble for a pillar of rock? Or was it part of someth
The BridgeThe Bridge3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Among the Wooden Paths,
I stride alone in the Empty Forest,
The wind behind my back,
Blowing softly and pushing me forward.
Moments in time suddenly seem to halt,
As I watch from afar,
The bridge that lies before me,
Am I strong enough to lay my hand?
Across its wooden surface?
Can I cross it?
Find the path hidden in the shadows ahead of me?
Can I find Courage in the darkness so bleak?
To find a light that will guide me?
Seconds fade away.
Across the Bridge,
Across the Gap,
Leading to my pride,
Leading to my Courage,
Leading to my Hope,
Leading to my Love...
I'll Be There...I'll AlwaysI'll Be There...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Want To Talk.
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
Erotique du nihilisteLa fille sur la dune – la faille de la luneErotique du nihiliste2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Frantz, avril 2013
Jack Overland: Chapter OneJack Overland: Chapter One3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Years ago, the snow fell softly on a small village. Lights from candles inside cozy cabins cascaded onto the cobble stone paths that glistened with frost. The soft winter wind drifted down the dirt paths that lined the village, bringing in winter as silently as a whisper.
The peaceful quiet was interrupted as a newborn infant cried out into the night from a small log home. For as the snow fell, a baby boy took his first breath of life.
His mother lay in her bed in the corner of the cabin, candle light bouncing off the sheen of sweat on her forehead. As exhausted as she was, a large smile crossed her face as her husband handed her the small bundle wrapped in a white linen blanket. A small face peeked out from the fold of the fabric, revealing closed eyes and smooth, flawless skin that only a baby could posses. Her husband kissed the top of her head while he joined her in admiring their first born child.
Alone in this world.Are you okay?Alone in this world.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes, I am.
Are you afraid?
Yes, I am.
Will you ever be afraid of nothing?
Will you ever be completely happy?
Someday all your feelings will stop roughing
All of them are becoming scrappy.
Being okay is not what it seems
"okay" is a word of sloth
it may be a word of dreams
but mostly it's a word of both.
Sadness and reclusion.
settlers in spacePeople settle for ugly sweaters, and stupid summer jobs, Pepsi for Coke, and tofu for ham, and sometimes they settle for a love, not as grand.settlers in space8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm okay with itchy wool touching my skin, if you'll help me take it off, and put me to bed with passion.
I'm okay with a shitty job, in the season of hell, if we get to lie in your bed, taking lo-fi/mild-erotica polaroids; naked, sweaty, and happy.
I'm okay with awful drinks, I just want us to share it with utter hatred, together.
I'm okay with B12 deficiency, if we go vegan the wrong way together.
I will not settle for someone who is not you.
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):I've Changed (Yeah right)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself hold on...
But I don't find it - I just find myself,
Sinking back down into the same black swamp - I'm drowning.
Awww, what's the matter? You gonna cry, you gonna cry?
Yeah, I've hit rock bottom,
And you know what? It feels pretty damn good down here.
Nice, warm, comfortable, familiar.
No pressure, no problems - just like everb
Ways to get killed by Rogal DornTen ways to get killed by Rogal Dorn:Ways to get killed by Rogal Dorn4 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Walk into his room and say to him(even if his nightlight is turned off or he does not have one.)"AHHHH how cute you still sleep with your nightlight on to scare away Curz?"
2. Walk up to him and say, "So how is Horus today? Opps, I forget you are trying to kill each other now right?"
3. Ask him if he still cry's at night when he thinks about Curz beating him up, and then gently pat his...leg (as that is far as you can probably reach) and tell him "It will all be OK, until Horus comes." In a comforting voice.
4. If after this he threatens/looks like he wants to kill you say, "Now don't go all Angron on everyone." Then run and hide behind the Emperor.
5. Remind him that the Emperor always loved Horus, unconditionally more then any of his other sons, and then add. "To bad he won't ever love you like that."
6. In the middle of his preparations (a few weeks before the battle of terra)of defensive strategy for the coming battle, stand a little ways aw
Canning SeasonCanning season is that wonderful time of year when you never have a moment to yourself - it's all four in the morning mason jar sterilizing, neighbors making coffee in your kitchen before you're even dressed because they have cabbage, too (or carrots or apples or string beans) and you've invited them over with a truck load because you know extra hands make all the difference.Canning Season2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It's the time of year when the kitchen is never comfortable - if the water's not on to boil, the oven is warming and full of jars, or the space around the table is all buckets and elbows, paring knives, sweaty brows and chatter.
There is never silence - even in that ten minutes of processing time, when everything stops long enough for a hurried dinner, there's the water-bath-bubbling, jar-rattling rumble of the canner, or the joyous gunshot snapping of the lids as each jar seals.
Those days are filled with wood smoke, steam and the smell of apple butter reducing in the large copper kettle that once lived with your
faerie ringsi thought i was a garden-faerie rings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
maybe i could grow
tall grass for meadows,
thistles and toadstools
and homes for faeries
inside the caverns
within my skin.
i plucked my body
of every flower it had.
and desiccating cactus flower
run rampant, with no trees
to block the ravaging wind.
i am losing every saguaro,
balding and standing in a bed of
its own needles.
i am ashamed
by the crumbling walls
of bone and organ,
the forced shut down,
lock and key
of my heart.
i've starved the faeries
by trimming the blossoms
from their stems,
the beauty from their homes.
my circles of tall blades
shift from grass to metal
and every heartbeat
feels the fear
instead, i stay
and sit in the sharp array
of the barren body
i have made for myself,
duneless and raw.
i feel small everywhere
except for my own skin.
Useful bits of obscure HTML code you can use on dASo you want to have some markup displayed on deviantART, such as this</a> or :devfoxhead128:? Or perhaps you want to have a full URL displayed, such as http://www.google.com/? The most stable method is simply to insert a blank in the middle of your markup or URL. Something like this: http://www.google.com/. You can also use other tags in place of the , such as . This can be useful if the is causing you problems with links.Useful bits of obscure HTML code you can use on dA3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Escape sequences and XML decimal entities are good for inserting obscure Unicode characters that aren't available on a standard keyboard. For example, if you type in Δ, you get the Greek letter Δ. Or if you type in ♥, you'll get a ♥. Ubuntu users (and users of many other distros of Linux) have access to a program called gucharmap, which is installed by default - it's useful as a "cheat sheet" for these codes. Of
Light x L - New World Ch. 1Light woke up early the next morning, when the sun shone through the curtains that he had forgotten to close the night before. He smiled over at Ls sleeping frame. Thats rare it must mean hes free of stress. Thats good. Im sorry I didnt tell you before, L.Light x L - New World Ch. 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He got out of the bed gently and went into the bathroom, starting his daily routine of hair care. It really didnt take much, as his hair naturally laid in the neat sections he was known for. The counter was cluttered and he scanned it for his hair gel. What the hell did I do with it yesterday ? I really should clean up in here
It was then a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. He smiled. Morning, L. He glanced back at the raven-haired man. Good morning Light-kun. Did you sleep well? Light nodded. I did indeed. Did you? A chuckle echoed from behind him. A little.
The brunette chuckled and turned around. That
WhisperI want to create an aromatic sea of jasminesWhisper3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and stardust mountains of silver and —
Inkblot skeletons with paper mache
hearts, whose bones shall burn with one glance at the
sun; gravestones of blood diamonds and tears of thistles...
Harp strings ringing in grotesque harmony, screaming
for slender fingers to pluck and caress with devotion.
I want to write
I have your number, SeabirdHis bathroom is small and bleak. The mirrorI have your number, Seabird2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shows your reflection in seven colors which
haven't been named on the red-blue-yellow
spectrum. Your eyes are shaking like eggs
and he hasn't said your name in a year. You
think of everything he calls you: Jay, Jaybird,
Rose if he's playful. He told you particles of
every man he's slept with are in the carpet
when he pulled your head back to look into
your pupils. Your eyes are black. They run,
raw and rotten from fluorescence overhead.
He told you the shrooms weren't the same.
If you don't like LSD, you might feel better
trying something more natural. It grows
like marijuana: from the ground. But so does
every poison you can think of. You're natural,
bare with shades you can't begin to fathom.
Something like sulfur is in your nostrils. You
touch the furry rug and think of Vishnu. He
has so many arms to carry you. Jesus only has
two. The church was broad and heavy. It sleeps
in Chicago, beside a park that smells like piss.
He opens the door,
Hitman to HitmanThe Lackadaisy was empty. Bare. Desolate. And unfortunately Zib wasn't surprised. It had kind of been that way since Atlas' death/murder. The saxophone player sighed and stepped off his stool, giving a casual wave to the band behind him to let them know he'd be back in a minute or two - not that they would be needing him anytime soon.Hitman to Hitman8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As he neared the bar he noticed a couple of rather .. Distressed looking patrons walking away empty-handed, whispering quietly to each other. He cocked his head to the side as he drew his eyes along the length of the bar - only to find Viktor looming near the sink.
"Viktor," Zib grumbled as he took a seat, elbow on the counter and chin in his paw. "I don't mean to hound on Ms. M's lectures, but uh I think maybe you need to work on your people skills."
"People skillz?" Viktor snipped, glaring at Zib with one eye. "Vat do you mean? I haff great people skillz. I vas originally hired for tings I can do to people."
Zib's head hit the counter hard enough t
MoonlightWe only got caught once.Moonlight2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There were about thirty of us at Madelyn Cartwright’s orphanage, the youngest only three and the oldest seventeen. Ella and I were in the middle, young enough to still hope that our parents would show up one day, but old enough to know deep down inside that we were on our own. It was awkward and we were best friends, and that was our life.
Madelyn’s house had a giant staircase that split into two smaller ones when it met the window in the wall. In the middle of the night, the moon would shine through the window and onto the landing, illuminating the stairs with a sort of eerily pale glow. I know this because sometimes, at night, when everyone else was asleep, Ella would sneak out of the girls’ dormitory and I would sneak out of the boys’ and we would meet on that little landing, the moonlight making us look like ghosts.
Sometimes we talked, about Ella wanting to be a nurse and me wanting to be a writer, about our parents and what we thou
Loki and I Know It (Sexy and I Know It parody) This is a parody of LMFAO's "Sexy and I Know It." I suggest playing the song while you read this.Loki and I Know It (Sexy and I Know It parody)3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
When I strut on by, Fangirls be like "damn he's mine"
I step to the beat, Thor's thunder is totally sweet, yeah
This is how I roll, reindeer antlers outta control
Hu-mans were made to be ruled
Better watch out, 'cause Here I go, yo...
You'll Kneel before me
You'll Kneel before me
You'll Kneel before me
When I walk into Asgard,
This is what I see (okay)
All the Gods stop and they glare at me.
My skin is turning blue and I ain't afraid to show it-
(show it, show it, show it)
I'm Loki and I know it.
I'm Loki and I know it.
When I invade Earth, police just can't fight me off
and when I'm in Germany,
The Avengers just can't resist me. (what)
This is how I roll,
come on Iron Man
It's time to go.
I'm a film star, baby, don't be nervous.
Armor and cape, but I still get service.
You'll Kneel before me
You'll Kneel before me
You'll Kneel bef